For me, nothing stays at the surface.
All is taken in, revolved, analyzed and dissected until it can be attached to reason, to meaning.
Until it finds just the right place in my heart and mind.
Words, touch, smell, sight and music are all deciphered at present or some future remembrance.
It not an easy way to be.
I remember everything too well.
At times the weight of these memories can be painful, be joyful, be inspiring.
This deciphering has carved a deep path of knowing, and has allowed me to become
Without this process,
I would still be under water,
I would not have surfaced.
The woman of the sea knew it was time to come out of the water.
She didn't realize how thirsty she had become
for a single tear
for someone to hear her heart beating
below the waves.
Time to speak her Truth.
Time to be Heard.
Time to Heal.
My dreams are back......I missed them.